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Hope in
The Land
Olivia
Newport
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CHAPTER 1
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sooner. There was still time. She was not yet betrothed.
They walked toward the house, where preparation for the midday
meal awaited.
I cant wait for school to start next week. Betsys voice lilted at
the prospect.
This year only Betsy and Nancy would be packing their lunch
pails to carry to the one-room schoolhouse. Alice had finished the
eighth grade in the spring and would join her three sisters and two
brothers in the farmwork and housework over the winter. It was also
time for Alice to master the sewing machine and cut out a garment
with more precision. The snowy months ahead would give her plenty
of opportunity.
Theres Daed. Betsy lifted a hand to wave.
Gloria touched her daughters back. Run to the house and check
on dinner. Its time to mix the biscuits.
Ill do it!
Ask for help.
Ill ask Polly.
Yes. No, wait. See if you can find Lena.
Betsy raced ahead, and Gloria paused to await her husband, who
rumbled along the lane beside the fence in one of the familys three
buggies. She never liked it when he visited the Swains.
When he came alongside her, Marlin reined in the horse and
jumped down from the buggy seat to lead the horse on foot. Gloria
raised an eyebrow and fell into step with him.
Theyre coming for dinner, Marlin said.
Who?
Who do you suppose? Ernie and Minerva.
Surely Minerva is preparing a meal of her own.
Shes been occupied all morning, Marlin said. They were just
going to have sandwiches, so I thought they may as well join us for a
real meal.
What about their hands? Gloria pictured her pot of stew and
made mental divisions to stretch it to serve more.
Theyll have to make do with sandwiches.
Gloria let her step slacken to fall a pace behind Marlin and allow
herself a controlled sigh.
Minerva Swain was coming to dinner.
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The back door creaked on the hinges Ernie had been threatening to
change for at least four years. In the front room, Minerva closed the
latest mail-order catalog and slid it under a sofa cushion. She reached
the kitchen just as Ernie opened the faucet on the sink.
Minerva moved to the icebox. I had in mind ham for the
sandwiches.
You can set out the sandwiches for Jonesy and Collins, Ernie
said.
Minervas brows crept toward each other. Arent you hungry?
Starved.
Ernie had rolled up his shirtsleeves and was scrubbing his arms
all the way up to the elbows. Minervas stomach sank.
Were going to the Grabills for lunch. Ernie flashed a grin.
Did you invite yourself again?
It was Marlins idea this time.
Minerva blew out her breath. The two of you always concoct
something when you get together.
Hes a good man. I enjoy his friendship.
Minerva had nothing against Marlin Grabill except that he was
married to Gloria. Shed had nothing in common with Gloria for the
last forty years and did not expect to discover common interests in
the next forty years. Of all the men on the neighboring farms whom
Ernie could befriend, why had he chosen Glorias husband?
Wheres Rose? Ernie asked, reaching for a towel to dry his
hands.
Out with her friends. Minerva removed ham from the icebox
and laid out sliced bread. The farmhands still needed their lunch.
Too bad, Ernie said. I think she rather enjoys the Grabill
girls.
There are so many of them.
Thats part of the fun.
They havent even been to high school. Minerva slapped four
sandwiches together and put a bite of ham in her mouth. The sandwiches were nothing fancy, but she would rather stay home and
nibble ham and bread than sit at the Grabill table.
Relax, Minerva, Ernie said. Its just lunch.
She stiffened, hating it when Ernie told her to relax. The sandwiches
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obscured the tin plate, and Minerva filled two clean milk bottles with
water. If Ernie had come in from the field, his two hands would not
be far behind. She covered the sandwiches with a fresh towel and
carried them to the makeshift back porch table, created by two wide
planks balanced on half barrels, before inhaling a muttering breath
and returning to the kitchen.
We should go, Ernie said.
I have to get dressed. Minerva pushed past him and crossed the
kitchen.
Whats wrong with what youre wearing?
Minerva glanced at the everyday cotton print dress and kept
walking. Its ordinary.
This is an ordinary day and an ordinary lunch.
Minerva rolled her eyes and continued into the bedroom. After
a quarter of a century together, he still did not grasp that she would
not leave the farm in a common day dress.
Polly winced and made a grab for the red hen. Is this the right one?
The hen squawked and flapped out of reach.
Seventeen-year-old Sylvia finished pulling a hand rake through a
layer of chicken litter. You cant let her use her wings.
Polly knew that. Her mother had been saying the same thing
since Polly was six. It was ridiculous that she still tried to pick up a
chicken from underneath and leave its wings free to protest.
Sylvia abandoned the litter collection and moved toward the hen
on the floor of the poultry house. We still need to check her feet.
While Polly scratched the side of her face, Sylvia swooped
toward the red hen, swiftly confined its wings, and tucked the bird
between her rib and arm. Sylvia used a couple of fingers to still the
feet and get a good look.
Shes just dirty. Freed once again, the hen flew up to the highest
roosting bar.
This had been the only poultry shed when Polly was little. When
she was ten, her mother had pushed out one wall and enlarged the
shed. Two years later, Pollys father and brothers erected a second
shed larger than the first, and three years after that added a third.
Now the Grabills had four interconnecting sheds that opened onto a
common yard where the chickens could peck at the ground in search
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Immediately he retracted his foot. The tire was not at faultfor
now. Attacking it in frustration might only cause one more thing
to go wrong. Even in the middle of a severe economic depression,
Henry did not know anyone who drove a car as old as his. Sometimes it seemed as if he spent half his time on the side of the road
trying to coax the ancient Ford into motion again. Success generally
resulted from a mixture of guesswork and vague memories that hed
heard that sound or seen that color of smoke before.
Henry opened the hood and assessed his risk for getting burned
or zapped if he touched anything. He couldnt afford to keep this car
running. He also couldnt do his job without it.
If he could have found any other job, he wouldnt be doing this
one, and he wouldnt be stuck on the side of a forsaken farm road in
Lancaster County. The truth was that Henry was not doing this job
eithernot yet. He was on the payroll, and hed been through two
weeks of intense instruction on how to conduct interviews and keep
his records organized, but he had yet to begin gathering data.
When Henry began attending college courses, he expected to
finish four years later and launch into business. Weeks after his first
lecture, the stock market crashed. Only by half starving himself and
working three insufficient part-time jobs had he managed to hold his
degree in his hands after seven years. Even once he graduated in the
spring, he worked Saturdays at a drugstore fountain where people
were more likely to drool over the potentialities than to actually order
anything. The pay barely covered the rent for one room in a boardinghouse, while debts for everything else piled up. Finally the owner
decided he couldnt afford to keep Henry on at all. Twenty million
people were on relief, and college degree or not, Henry became one
of them.
Henry ruled out radiator trouble. He had put enough water in
before leaving Philadelphia, barely sixty-five miles away. A loose connection? He peered at the possibilities.
A woman had held this job before Henry, which did not speak
well for its worth, and the wage was barely above subsistence. But it
was a government job, and surely that would mean something eventually. The Depression could not last forever.
If the engine trouble was anything serious, Henry would be in
trouble until his first pay caught up with him. Despite four examinations, the coins in his pocket added up to the same sum every time.
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CHAPTER 2
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got out and held the drivers door open. Minerva slid past the steering wheel and straightened her hat.
Gloria stirred the stew. She had baked an extra dozen biscuits to
make sure no ones stomach would detect the slightly smaller stew
portions. Now she debated adding some water and tomatoes to
stretch the stew. It was too late to think extra potatoes would cook
through. She and Marlin and the maedel were eight. The boys and
their wives raised the number to twelve, and Cousin Lillian brought
it to thirteen. The two kinner, the most delightful grandchildren a
woman could hope for, were young enough to eat off their mothers
plates. Ernie and Minerva made fifteen, and if Rose was with them,
sixteen.
Gloria liked Rose, who had inherited her fathers inquisitive disposition. It was the girls mother who made Gloria whisper prayers
for a more Christian attitude.
Betsy lifted plates and bowls out of the cupboard and arranged
them around the table that ran the length of the kitchen. Years ago
Marlin had enclosed the original back porch, making the space part
of the kitchen to accommodate their growing family, and built on
another porch to hold the butter churns, cabinets of canning supplies,
a table where the girls sometimes played checkers, and a swing. The
side porch, connecting front and back, had come later. At this time of
year, baskets of fresh vegetables awaited attention. The sunny weeks
of summer kept the garden yielding faster than Gloria could find
time to do the canning.
Gloria caught herself just before calling her youngest daughter
by her oldest daughters name. Only yesterday it was Pollys chore to
set the table when she was barely old enough to reach it. Gloria had
to get the dishes off the shelves, but it was Pollys task to distribute
them around the table. Would Gloria turn around again and find all
her daughters off and married and working on their own farms?
Marlins slightly uneven gait stomping up the back porch steps
announced his imminent arrival.
I made sure the boys know to come in soon, he said.
Marlin brushed his beard across the back of her neck as he
passed. He did that whether the room was crowded and he had need
to pass so closely or the two of them were the only ones in the house.
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prospects. It seemed intentional to Gloria. Lillian was content to
move from one relatives house to another every few years. Pennsylvania, Missouri, Maryland, Ohio, back to Pennsylvania. The last move
brought her to Gloria.
With no departure date.
A wholesome tongue is a tree of life. Gloria mentally repeated the
words from Proverbs three times before meeting Lillians eyes.
I wonder if you would look outside and make sure everyone is
washing up, Gloria said.
Do you really think they need reminding? Lillian twisted her
lips in doubt.
Were having guests, Gloria said. Just to be sure no one lost
track of time.
I suppose.
I could have done that, Betsy said after Lillian left the kitchen.
Remind everybody, that is.
Thank you, Betsy. Quite possibly the youngest of the eight
Grabill children was the sweetest.
Battling the hens left Polly disheveled, and she walked toward the
water pump brushing straw from her dress. Her sisters had just
rinsed off, so the pump was primed and Polly had only to lift and
lower the handle once to create a stream into the bucket below.
Splashing her hands in the cool well water brought instant refreshment, and Polly raised the bucket to tip it over her bare feet.
Her grip slipped before she moved her skirts, and the buckets
contents spilled down the front of her clothing, soaking through
the layers and dampening her knees. Shed missed her dusty feet
altogether.
Are you all right, Polly?
At the commotionand Pollys yelpLena had turned from the
path to the back door.
Just wet. Polly fisted cloth in one hand to wring it. The day was
hot enough that the moisture revived her. It would dry soon enough.
Oh look, Lena said. Yost has Thomas with him.
Pollys head snapped up. Thomas was here, just when she was
dirty and wet.
There he was. Thomas Coblentz, dark blond hair lapping his neck
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